No time for breakfast at home, so had to grab a bagel, spread with marmite, at work.

Lunch:

A poppy-seed covered baguette, filled with chicken, lettuce and tomato from posh-ish high street baker Paul. Someone at work said I must be earning too much to afford to buy stuff from Paul, but the cost of the baguette (£3.30) was less than I’d have had to spend at Subway, plus it was good quality stuff.

Dinner:

Polly did a repeat of her chicken koftas, from the Lazy Bruch book. Lovely stuff.

Toast with ham, although A, as usual, decided my breakfast was more interesting than hers. I managed to barter with her (no mean feat, since she is only 16 months old) and got a strawberry in return for a piece of ham.

Toast, two slices of which topped with butter and garlic sausage, the remaining slice topped with butter and ham. Once again, A stole some of it.

Lunch:

Home-made pizza, topped with a modicum of ripped mozzarella, ham, torn basil leaves and sliced tomatoes (no tomato sauce). The pizza dough was actually a purloined section of the bread dough I had made in the morning. I love doing this kind of thing, because it’s so much nicer than shop-bought stuff and I know that I can feed it to A, and she’ll be getting food that’s tasty and good for her.

Dinner:

Another meal where A had some portioned off. This time, chicken paella. I made a schoolboy error in forgetting the chorizo for this, so it wasn’t as savoury as I’d have liked, but it was still nice. I also stirred in some cooked prawns into my portion (P doesn’t like prawns, for some bizarre reason).

Cold croissant, that had been in the oven and left to cool so that it had an unpleasant crustiness about it.

Lunch:

Oh dear. KFC Zinger Tower burger, chips and 3 hot wings.

Dinner:

P wasn’t supposed to be in tonight, but she came home unexpectedly early. That didn’t stop us eating poorly, however: Waitrose sausage and onion pizza (the base had far too much crunch and not enough chew), with Pizza Express dough balls.